[Poem] canopies of silk

2010-03-11 @ 1:51 a.m.

creature that grips me from behind
hot and cruel
with eyes that burn like gunpowder
and I can see its veins
pulsing with black needy hate

directionless there
is little choice but to let the monster
lead me on
the trees around us sing
with the voices of lacy choirs
and outspread branches that drag canopies
of silk
through the wind

a greedy hand plunges down my throat
its talons scrape
and wound.